Winding Ways

My soul, a compass, turns on winding ways,

While tears, like ink from some sad quill, do fall.

This heart, a floating ship for fleeting days,

Must leap through time, or pine within its thrall.

The sun's swift course, a lover's ardent pace,

A moment’s kiss, a breath, a burning grace.

Come, seize this instant, before its light erases

The very memory of this warm embrace.

Our love, a flame that mortal storm would quell,

Is forged in passion's fierce and sudden heat.

Kiss lips still warm; let this sweet moment swell,

Before life's transient pulse admits defeat.

So stay, my love; let not this swift time be

A river flowing swiftly from the eternity.

-----Affaq

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